Page 118 of Doughn't Let Me Go

I nod. “Yeah, probably.”

I stop by the kitchen, grabbing myself another beer and offering Dory one. She declines.

“Someone’s gotta drive,” she explains.

“Shit. Good point. Maybe I should put this back, then.” I go to slide it back into the massive hunk of steel, but she puts her hand on my forearm to stop me.

“No, have it. Please.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “You’re just saying that you so can drive my car, aren’t you?”

She smashes her lips together, doing nothing to hide her grin. “It’s a really sexy car.”

After Dory and I fought about me buying another car, I did it anyway. It wasn’t for her when I suggested it, and it’s still not for her. It’s for Kyrie’s safety, because I know Dory was lying her ass off when she said hers has never broken down. I’d rather buy another car than them get stranded somewhere or have something worse happen.

Besides, I was wanting an excuse to upgrade.

The day it arrived, Dory tried shutting her door in my face, annoyed with me for making such a big purchase nonchalantly, I’m sure.

Before she could get the door all the way closed, I wrapped my hand around her wrist and pulled her outside to give her a proper tour of the new ride.

Then I fucked her in the back seat…twice.

She’s loved it ever since.

“Shithead,” I mutter, grabbing the beer I desperately need after that debacle we just experienced, and then I hand Dory a water.

We make our way onto the back deck, where the conversation falls completely silent the moment we step through the sliding glass door.

Then, I hear it.

The unmistakable introduction of “Cha-Cha Slide.”

And all the idiots I call friends rise from their chairs and start doing the classic dance like they’ve been practicing it for hours.

Groaning, I drop my chin to my chest, trying to fold into myself so I don’t have to witness this.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dory’s foot move.

I realize then she’s cha-cha-ing too.

Grinning, I look over at her. “Didn’t you get enough of that just a few minutes ago?”

She shrugs. “I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.”

Her words hit my chest, a warmth spreading all over my body, giving me a high the sex never could.

Something tells me I’m not the only one who broke a rule during our time in the bathroom.

After their dance is over, they take a collective bow and we all take our seats.

When I notice Dory’s still standing, no open chair in sight, I don’t hesitate to pull her into my lap.

When she looks at me with panic in her ocean eyes, I laugh.

“Dory, they all know we just had sex in the bathroom. Do youreallythink they’re going to care if you sit on my lap?”

“Spoiler alert: we don’t give two fucks,” Winston says.

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